She'll Float Towards Us

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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to those who are are in mourning for Supernatural.

During Richie's Nightmare, Tozier Household

After begrudgingly getting dressed for the day, Eddie went straight to Richie's house that morning to tell him off for not answering his phone. The short teen stomped up to the Tozier house and knocked on the door. No one answered so he knocked again, this time adding more pressure to his fist. Again, no one answered. Eddie began to grow annoyed and went to pound on the door when he heard something coming from inside the house. The sound made Eddie's blood run cold and a shiver shoot down his spine.

"Richie?!" Eddie screamed, but received no direct answer.

Richie was screaming, and it sounded like he was being tortured. Eddie immediately tried to see if the door was unlocked, and to his horror, it was. Eddie didn't even hesitate as he burst inside and ran to the source of the painful screaming, Richie's room. He also didn't fail to notice his mom was nowhere to be found. Pathetic fucking bitch Eddie thought as he realized Richie's mom heard his screaming and instead of helping, she left the house.

Eddie ripped his door open and looked around for the serial killer he thought was hurting Richie. When he saw no one, he moved his gaze to the bed and his heart shattered. Richie was thrashing about in his bed and his body was arched up in an almost inhuman way due to the power he was pushing out for his screams. His entire body was soaked in a thin layer of sweat, and his face was scrunched up with tears falling down in a constant stream.

The poor teen was having a really bad nightmare.

As soon as it registered to him, Eddie rushed to Richie's bed and started trying to wake him up. At first, he just put his hand on Richie's cheek and stroked it to wipe at his constant stream of tears while he tried to talk to him in a normal tone. When that didn't work, Eddie moved his hand from Richie's flushed cheek to the unconscious boy's shoulder a bit and raised his voice. When he still didn't get a reaction, he then resorted to shoving Richie's shoulders roughly, and shouting in his ear.

"Richie!! Wake up! It's just a dream dude!" It took a minute, but Richie finally opened his eyes. Eddie removed his hands and watched Richie with a worried expression.

Unfortunately, Richie didn't seem like he knew where he was. He jolted upright and his eyes frantically dashed around, as if looking for something. His breathing and crying were very heavy. He finally settled his horror filled eyes on Eddie.

Eddie had his hands out in front of him, to show peace. He assumed from Richie's demeanor that there was a good chance he wouldn't recognize him. Once he knew Richie saw his hands Eddie slowly grabbed his glasses from his bedside table and handed them to the still panicking teen.

Richie shoved his glasses on his face and that is when Eddie knew Richie recognized him.

"Rich- " The germophobic teen softly spoke his name and he wasn't even finished when Richie launched himself into Eddie's arms, and started a panic attack right after. Eddie knew something was seriously wrong and pushed his phobias aside and embraced him tightly, attempting to calm him down.

"Shit! Richie man, can you calm down? Everything is ok. You're safe. I've got you." Eddie murmured softly to his panicking soulma- Richie.

"Richie, can you hear me?" Eddie gently asked. When he felt Richie's minimal nod and grip tighten, Eddie felt a little better. He was coherent. That was good. Eddie then climbed on the bed and settled Richie into him. Then he started to do the process he was taught to calm down a panic attack.

"Ok, listen to my voice. And follow my actions. Take a deep breath in slowly through your mouth. Good. That's it. Alright now breathe out slowly through your nose. Good job Rich. Let's do it a few more times, yeah?" Eddie breathed with Richie, putting his hand on his chest to feel the rise and fall.